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The Halcyon Philosopher

September 1, 2014

The winds were right, why were the sails
withdrawn to deck to linger?
The sun was bright, and singing slow,
the halcyon philosopher
upon the mast waxed beautiful.

In water green the ship was stalled,
it had no need to anchor,
but faintly seen in silver clouds
the halcyon philosopher
crooned wind and water wait, to wait.

Why did the oars churn glass to froth?
the ocean threw no breakers,
the wind unforced, to gently lift
the halcyon philosopher
to soar as guide before the prow.

The ship drove on, though peace was left
in wake to misremember,
and swiftly drawn, the oars will leave
the halcyon philosopher
in calmer seas to wonder why.

The wrong man the woman, the wrong woman the man

August 30, 2014

As wraith and shadow, I revisited your street,
my jacket black, my eyelids closed, my heart retreated.
I thought of when I pulled you laughing from your home,
to dance and fly in rain and sky those weeks ago.

You’re not holding me back, it just doesn’t feel right,
a spiderweb caught on the arm and brushed aside.

I’m sorry for what I have done to you;
I’m sorry, but my steps have led me through;
I’m sorry, what I’ve done is cold and cruel;
I’m sorry that what you had thought was true was me.

Yet I will carry you when I’m asleep,
I’ll hold you in my arms so tenderly,
I’ll lay you in the chapel carefully
and wonder why I couldn’t look you in the eye
when I was still awake to see its purity.

I was the spider on the web that caught your arm.
I wove the web to love you, not to do you harm,
but as I walk the street that once you called your own,
I see my brokenness and know I should have known.

I’m sorry for the way I left you here;
I’m sorry, I should not have disappeared;
I’m sorry, and it’s been too long, I fear,
to tell you what it is you longed to hear, my love.

I love you, but it’s too late now;
I love you, the fog is coming down;
I love you, see the darkling shroud?;
I love you, and as bells resound I’ll weep.

And I will carry you when I’m asleep,
I’ll hold you in my arms so tenderly,
I’ll lay you in the grave so carefully
and wonder why I couldn’t look you in the eye
when I was still awake to see its purity.

For Aurora, who stood upon my windowsill

August 22, 2014

An apparition in the night: I turned
away and there you stood, a spirit on
my windowsill. An apparition in
the dimly lit recesses of my room.
Why have you come to me, Aurora, in
the secret of the shadows, in the soft
and lonely minutes when my mind is all
but sleeping? What have I to tempt your tongue,
your mind, your eyes, your grace, your lust, your form?
My fingers are too clumsy to redeem
my awkward welcome, but they could improve:
just let me feel your hair once more before
you vanish through my curtain, never more
to chime your movement song across my floor.

A Convenient Republishing Of Some Things I Created

August 18, 2014

Poetry Of Extravagantly Manifold Significance

Click here to download a collection of my poems in a typewritten PDF.

(Contains 7 poems from my 365 project)

fall / in love

August 14, 2014

A recent collection of poems from my 365 project, this time on the subjects of romance and autumn, read aloud to a backing track of cars passing by on a muggy August day.

I’d wear it on my sleeve, but life has worn it away.

August 8, 2014

You could build church foundations from the material found behind the bones of my chest, but you couldn’t found a church on it.
You could preserve vegetables for a long journey by locking them away behind my ribs, but you couldn’t cook them there.
You could find words of comfort written in veins between my lungs, but you couldn’t find comfort.
You could get lost forever in the empty space between my spine and breast, but you couldn’t stay there forever.
You could erect a billboard of fantasy love by wedging it between the muscles of my ventricles, but you couldn’t get me to notice.
You could be oxygen, and then maybe my heart could beat for you.
You could be beautiful, but I can’t give you anything.
You could be happy.
Maybe.

Tea / Time

July 28, 2014

Click here to download a collection of my poems in a handwritten PDF.

(Contains 12 poems from my 365 project on the subjects of tea or time).

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